 | 1811 - عدد الصفحات: 610
...memory lives in music's breath. Music O '. how faint, how weak, Lrngiiage faints bef.Te the spell; Who should feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well, Friendships balmy wo- d» may feign Love's are ever more false than they, O ! 'tis only music's strain,... | |
 | Thomas Condie - 1813 - عدد الصفحات: 262
...was heard in happier hours Filled with balm, the gale sighs on Tho' the flowers have sunk in death ; So when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory lives in MUSIC'S breath ! Mnsic! — Oh ! howfaint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should feeling ever speak,... | |
 | 1814 - عدد الصفحات: 258
...sunk in death : So when pleasure's dream is gone, Us memory lives in musick's breath ! Musick ! — oh ! how faint, how weak ! Language fades before thy spell , Why should feeling ever tpeai, Thou canst breathe her soul so well. Friendship's balmy words may feign ; Love's are e'en more... | |
 | 1818 - عدد الصفحات: 596
...when pleasure's dream is gone, Its mem'ry lives in Music's breath I Music ! oh how weak, how faint, Language fades before thy spell Why should feeling ever speak. When thou canst breathe her soul BO well! Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are e'en more false than they, Oh ! 'tis only Music's... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 276
...grateful breath of song, Fill'd with balm the gale sighs on, Though the flow'rs have sunk in death: So, when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory lives...than they; Oh! 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly sooth, and not betray! IT IS NOT THE TEAR AT THIS ilOMEXT SHED 1 . AIR—The Sixpence. IT is not the... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 294
...heard in happier hours ; FilFd with balm, the gale sighs on, Though the flowers have sunk in death ; So, when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory lives in Music's breath ! III. Music ! — oh ! how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should feeling ever... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 198
...in death . So, when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory fives in Music's breath !f Music! oh! Low faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell !...words may feign, Love's are ev'n more false than they ; OIi ! 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly sooth, and not betray ! IT IS ,\DT THE TEAR AT THIS MOMENT... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 464
...heard in happier hours ; Fill'd with balm, the gale sighs on, Though the flowers have sunk in death ; So, when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory lives in Music's breath ! HI. Music ! — oh ! how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should feeling ever... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 314
...heard in happier hours ; Fill'd with balm, the gale sighs on, Though the flowers have sunk in death ; So, when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory lives in Music's breath ! m. Music ! — oh ! how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should feeling ever... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - عدد الصفحات: 374
...heard in happier hours. Fill'd with balm, the gale sighs on, Though the flowers have sunk in death : So, when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory lives...well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are e'en more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray ! It is... | |
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Music ! oh, how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign. Love's are even more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly... 
